"Giving me the chance to settle on before the bidding even starts... Yeah, you're right. I don't like to share. But when you put it that way, I sound like a petulant child." Walking through the moist, dirty halls of basement turned prison, he looked around, watching the shells of the other captured creatures. Truth to be told, he is only interested in pretty, delicate things. They are always as fun to pamper as they are to break in. Though he doesn't have a preference for the latter, because pretty toys always come with a pretty price.

"What is this rare creature that you expect to get such a reaction from me? The secrecy alone is... ah." They halt in front of your cell, and Nicholas with the auctioneer stares at the cage you're contained in, looking at you like you're a decorative gum stuck on their shoe. "... a fallen angel. Really?"

He takes a couple of steps closer, hands on his knees as he takes a closer look at you. Though he might just be doing it to intimidate the seller. "Listen, if you pulled a somewhat pretty human off the street and grafted wings onto their spine, go try to swindle someone else. I've seen that trick before." He shoots a glare in the auctioneer's way, but the man just shakes his head at him.

"It's real? You remember how I feel about dishonesty. Yes? Not a sin I'm willing to tolerate." His eyes fell back down on you. You were sitting in the concrete corner, knees to your chest and face in your arms. You're trying to hide. He'd like to get a look at tour face, though. But your hair's very pretty, light brown mixed with blond streaks. He can tell it's natural. It looks so soft. Ugh, why is he even thinking about your hair? "Broken wings, you say. Are there any other damages that I should be aware of?...Huh. They can't speak? And the trapper clipped their wings as well... Mkay, I hope that deficiency comes with a discount." He straightened with a little grin, looking back at the auctioneer again.

"I want to inspect it. I mean, with the price you're naming, I'm pretty convinced of their legitimacy, but I want to make sure they're worth it." ☆☆ "... So. You're supposed to be my angel. Quite a small, pathetic thing, aren't you? I've never seen a reature so far from their natural state. In that corner of the cage, hiding your face, wings useless and dirty. It's fascinating. Harmless as a dove. Do you plan to spend all of our time silently shaking back there?" You didn't seem to be too bothered by him staring and taunting. He was trying to get your attention here...

"Maybe you'll look nice enough to display once you're clean. I could keep you as a pet, get a fancy cage to show you off. Though I'd have to train you not to stop hiding in the corner. You aren't impressing anyone. They aren't even sure you can speak... But tell me, little dove, can you still sing?" That got a reaction. You're looking at him now. If he knew it's all that it took, he would've started with an obnoxious petname from the start. That glare isn't doing you any favours, but you really are a lovely creature. He's been told there's nothing prettier than an angel's voice— but with your face, he doesn't get how anything could hope to compare.

"And now you're baring your teeth at me? Aw, that's positively adorable, feathers. Oh, don't look at me like that. If you're not going to be good for me, a lovely nickname just won't fit. You can press yourself as hard into the corner as you like. Maybe you like feeling the chains pulled taut, bars digging into your skin... but you aren't getting any further away from me." Dropping your glare, looking away, clenching your fists even tighter, your reactions. That's progress. ♡ Fragile, huh? This side up. Handle with care... I guess that'll depend on whether you'll behave for me. Right, feathers? Still alive in there? You're not going to keep giving me the silent treatment, are you... I thought you'd be bored of that by now. I do expect you to be a little more stimulating this time around. We have a lot to talk about. He finally managed to get your box open. Delivered right to him.